I wish the world was not as complicated as it is now.
You can't take bees for granted.
And I had what seemed like boundless energy. Time stretched indefinitely into the future.
Now, things seem so speeded up. Weren't the crocuses blooming yesterday? Now the mock oranges rush by.
I've been thinking a lot lately of things I used to do years ago. Like make potpourri. Starting flowers and herbs from seed. Now everything is rushed, and I spend hundreds of dollarsat local nurseries.
I want to get back to my roots.
I'm fortunate. I have a small backyard. As I blog this, I am listening to birdsong, and hoping that the hummingbird I blogged about on Thursday returns.
I see the setting sun glinting on nearby bushes, and it seems so peaceful.
But it's deceptive.
For now, I take a deep breath, and concentrate on the sunshine and the birdsong.
I hope I am granted tomorrow, and many years to come.